Monday, June 27, 2011


Sometimes Mondays are rough and you need a kick start. I'm not normally a coffee drinker, but French pressed coffee is a favorite of mine. I grew up with it. I remember my dad pouring the thick black liquid into a tall glass full of ice on weekend mornings. The little coffee grounds that escaped the press would float to the top. He had been a coffee drinker since he was a kid, picking up the drink in grade school in Vietnam. You always know you've made it right when you can't see through it. The richer, bolder flavor is sweetened -- just a bit-- with a tablespoon or two of condensed milk that turns the coffee into the prettiest shade of dark caramel.

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